Page 64 of False Promises

I moved to my feet, palming my dick so it stayed put. “Sorry, I’m not in the mood. I’ll shower now. Then we’ll talk.”

With a smug smirk, I left her on the bed, closing the bathroom door behind me. Her screams dissolved once I turned the water on.

* * *

What the hell. Was it a dream? I pried my lids open. It hurt. Like really bad.

“Good. You’re awake,” Savannah said in a diabolical voice I’d never heard before.

I tried to move my body, only to realize my hands were cuffed to the headboard.

My sleepy brain had a hard time reading the situation. “What are you doing? Ouch, stop.”

Savannah poured some scorching hot liquid on my chest. No, scratch that, she was glazing my nipples in hot lava.

“What are you doing? Uncuff me,” I barked, scooting to the side, trying to break the links tying me to the bed to escape the pain.

“Don’t move, Carter, or you’ll burn yourself.”

“I’m already burned. Let go of me.”

She tsk-tsked. “We really need to up our sex game. That’s what I was trying to show you earlier. Since you refused to listen to me, I’ve decided to surprise you with these new tricks. Relax. You’ll see it’s much more enjoyable when you have an open mind about it.”

Her mouth descended to my chest, and she licked her way up until her tongue grazed my chin.

“It’s cherry-flavored. Some edible wax. Next time, you’ll pour it all over me and eat me up before it hardens. For now, watch and learn.”

“Stop. There’s nothing enjoyable about this. It fucking burns.”

“Carter, you walked away earlier. I wanted to play with you, and you ignored me for a long time. The thing is, I really wanna have fun, so now the roles are reversed. I’m the one punishing you for what you did.”

In the dark, I blinked. “For what I did? I did nothing. Are you crazy?”

“No. You left this morning without saying a word. You’ve been ignoring me since you came home. And you took your sweet time to uncuff me afterward. You’re lucky I didn’t get a whip. Or a dildo.” Her eyes sparkled. “Would you have liked that? Anal play in your virgin ass? Maybe next time.” She paused. “And, by the way, the only thing I’m crazy about is you.” A dark laugh filled the silence. “Hot melted wax is supposed to turn you on, Carter. Stop squirming.”

“Well, it’s not.”

Her sharp fingernails traced the length of my arm, no doubt leaving their imprints on my flesh.

I shivered. And bit the inside of my cheek to avoid saying things I would regret later.

“That’s where you’re wrong. A part of you loves the pain. We all do.” With one firm grip, Savannah squeezed my balls, and the cry got stuck in my throat.

“STOP. Release me. NOW. It’s not funny; it fucking hurts. Nothing you’re doing right now is pleasurable.”

“What will it be then? Will you play with me?” she asked in a salacious voice. “Indulge in my game?”

“No. I’m not doing anything until we have a talk. A real one. Not the other bullshit you call communication.”

“You want us to talk about real stuff?” Savannah turned the bedside lamp on, casting a soft golden light in the guest room where I was staying, and watched me with a raised eyebrow. “Emotions? Feelings and stuff?”

I nodded.

“Are you serious or messing with me? I thought you were joking when you said it earlier.”

I moved to sit up but couldn’t due to my handcuffed wrists.

“Yes. Serious.”